PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Screeching alarms split his head, flashing lights blared but it was immaterial now, he’d taken out all of his captors. Their futile attempts to stop him were no match for his deadly combination of karate and cunning.
Blood flowed from his shoulder, one of them had got lucky but that was no impediment, he’d stitch it up with the thread concealed in his teeth.
The last corridor to negotiate; he strode down it confidently; the enemy had nothing left.
“Davies! What are you doing dawdling here? The lesson’s started.”
“Damn! A survivor!” He was caught. “Another afternoon of double maths.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.